Facing the hundreds of Aurors closing in from three directions, the Dark Wizards who had just escaped the sea of flames and endured another round of deadly bombardment finally snapped. After failing to use Apparition to escape, several terrified Dark Wizards sprinted toward the direction without Aurors, only to be swallowed by the deathly darkness. The remaining Dark Wizards gathered around Voldemort with pale faces, placing their last hopes in the Dark Lord rather than fleeing with the others, because that was exactly what the Aurors wanted to see.
Voldemort was not afraid of the Aurors' encirclement, but his expression was exceptionally grim, because he knew perfectly well that the damned Mudblood had outmaneuvered him again.
Nurmengard Prison had been a trap that damned Mudblood had carefully prepared for him from the very beginning. That man knew he was searching for the Deathstick and had even guessed that he would come for Grindelwald.
So, he had sought out Grindelwald in advance and persuaded that old man to disgust him.
If that was truly the case, Voldemort could be almost certain that the Deathstick he had just obtained was a fake, or rather, merely an ordinary wand.
Although Voldemort had had such a premonition when he acquired that wand, it was still difficult to accept when he had to face the cruel truth.
He had sacrificed far too many followers for it. He could not accept being made a fool of.
Unfortunately, the Aurors did not care about Voldemort's complicated thoughts at that moment. They selectively adopted the principle Kingsley had generously provided—show no mercy.
As Aurors, who did not have a few enemies? If they did not take this chance to eliminate them, were they supposed to wait for those enemies to return and take revenge?
That was also the